Some Things Never Change: An African American BWBM Urban Fiction Romance (3 page)

“I’ll
believe that when I see you in a relationship that lasts longer than
a month.”

Fat Boy laughed. “At
least I date. Can’t say the same for you.” Powder didn’t
like where the conversation was headed and quickly changed the topic.

“Fat Boy did
you collect that money for Sizzla from the Bainbridge Boys?

“Naw man, I
called and they said they didn’t have it. They had some
bullshit sob story and wanted an extension on the deadline. When I
called Sizzla and told him, he was pissed but said not to worry he
would let Crazy T handle it.”

“Fuck them lame
ass niggas, Crazy T gonna show them whose Boss, he’s one crazy
Bitch, he will cut out their tongues and feed it to them.”

“I swear Crazy
T be dipping in the shit he selling, no other way to explain those
mood swings.”

“I know right.”
Powder walked up to a wooden street light post where a flyer was
tacked on to it.

“Yeah man those
flyers are everywhere.” Said Fat Boy

“What those
papers say Fat Boy?” asked Powder.

“Ughhh…A..
T…T. I don’t know man when Wayne comes we’ll ask
him.” Replied Fat Boy.

Powder look past the
flyer and spotted Wayne bending the corner. “Wayne! Wayne! Over
here.”

“Hey boys,
what’s the latest?” Asked Wayne. He walked up to them
with a cocky stroll.

“Read this
man.” Fat Boy ripped the paper of the post and shoved the paper
into Wayne’s hand. Wayne spared only a glance at the paper at
first. Thought it was a normal everyday handout for some church
activity, yard sale or a crappy job. At the twins expectant faces he
took a longer look necessary for a closer inspection.

Wayne read it then
paraphrased for the boys. “You know that network that brought
us popular shows such as “She’s got game” and “The
blacker the berry”? They are having a casting call next Friday
for males and females ages 21-25.”

“Holy Shit! A
chance to be on T.V. Where do I sign up man?” Asked Powder.

“Forget that!
We too old man, Wayne said the cut off age was 25.” Fat Boy
looked to Wayne for confirmation. Wayne nodded his head in support,
before he could say anything more on the subject Sizzla pulled up
with the SUV to take them to the venue. He stuffed this paper in his
back pocket. He’d read everything later in the privacy of his
home for he wasn’t turning 26 for another five months.

“It’s bad
enough I got to carry your big ass through the drive through. Fat Boy
don’t you eat that mess in my SUV, I just came from the car
wash.”

“Sizzla you
know I don’t like cold food, come on man, I swear I won’t
drop any crumbs.”

“You better not
or I’ll let you clean this SUV with your tongue.”
Everybody laughed.

“That ain’t
funny man.”

“It’s
gonna be a tight squeeze boys we stopping to pick up Crazy T and the
women. He better not have no underage girls with him this time. I
don’t get down like that.” Sizzla stated with emphasis on
the “tight squeeze”. The lecher in him was out and asking
for trouble.

“Damn…
Crazy T knows how to get all the hot bitches.” Pointed out
Powder. All the guys turned to watch Crazy T swagger up to the SUV
with a side piece on both arms.

Fat Boy let out a
loud belch. “He even got Cherry with him, that girl is stacked,
she got an ass that can swallow up a g string.” He idolized
Kanye West a lot and often quoted his words as gospel. By the time
they pulled up at Crazy T’s house Fat Boy had finished eating,
true to his word he didn’t waste a crumb.

“Powder get
your ass around the back and let Cherry come to the front.”
Powder quickly complied he was no match for Sizzla’s ferocious
temper.

“Bwoys how the
rass uno take so long fi come, you see dis yah gal, when uno invite
me no way don’t waste me damn time!” Cherry was a
Jamaican hottie who Crazy T used as a drug mule.

In Jamaica she worked
at a local bank during the day and partied hard during the nights.
She always flew out over the weekends, rarely on a weekday unless it
couldn’t be avoided. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion
and get fired from her job. Cherry was beautiful until she opened her
mouth. She had some crooked teeth but spoke the Queen’s English
well. Only when she got angry (like she was now) did she lapse into
heavy Jamaican Patois. She often bitterly complained about how she
hated working in the bank. Stated often that it was just another form
of modern day slavery. Her salary could only cover her rent as she
lived uptown in one of the newly built condos in Kingston. Truth be
told, cost of living was said to be high in Jamaica. Especially with
the dollar continually sliding.

Wayne asked her one
time in private if she ever regretted getting mixed up with Crazy T
and she said no, she didn’t mind being the replacement and felt
lucky. The girl who had set Cherry up with Crazy T had started
working for the Colombians. She left because they offered her more
money to do Cocaine than Crazy T ever would for bringing in a small
package of weed to the United States. As far as the girl was
concerned working for Crazy T was chump change. She could earn more
in a month working for the Columbians than she did in a year with
Crazy T. When she finally got tired of the game and saved up enough
money to leave the Columbians behind. They followed her home and
killed her entire family, cutting out all their tongues.

The irony was that
the family had been clueless about her secret lifestyle. The
Columbians did it as a warning to others who thought they could
betray them by turning their backs on their hospitality. Cherry
fervently admitted that if it wasn’t for Crazy T she wouldn’t
be able to live this lavish lifestyle she was now used to. Crazy T
paid her handsomely for the risks she took and she was free to stop
any time she wanted, Crazy T trusted her. Often they flew Cherry in
after a timely phone call that asked her to deliver a package of
weed. How they hid the weed and got past security and their guard
dogs was still a mystery. Wayne never asked, some things were best
not known.

Anything that had to
do with the drug side of the business Wayne stayed out of it. He knew
it was only a matter of time before his luck ran out and he would
have to get his hands dirty. He was spared his agonizing thoughts
when they pulled up at the club. Some of the junior members of the
crew rushed up to greet them. The party was lame until they walked in
to stir things up. Wayne felt Cherry’s eyes on him the entire
time. He knew she liked him but there was something about her, he
couldn’t put his finger on it because she was fine but he just
never returned her feelings.

“Wayne come and
dance with me.” She wasn’t asking, she demanded his
compliance.

“Suppose I
don’t feel like it.”

“You got a
problem with me?”

“No Babes.”

“Quit acting a
fool then. There are many things we don’t feel like doing but
we do them any ways because it needs to be done. Besides you’ll
keep them hoodlums from approaching me. The only reason why I’m
here is because of you anyways and don’t act like you don’t
know it.”

“What can I say
Cherry, I’m flattered. I never knew you cared.”

“Don’t
let it get to you head now.” She said jokingly as she dragged
him to the dance floor. He gave in, enjoyed the music and the
beautiful woman that grinded on him. He caressed her curvy body and
rubbed down her ass. Her breathing got heavier, her 38DD breasts
bobbed up down as she danced. Her nipples hardened enough to poke out
an eye or two through the thin material. All eyes were on them and he
felt the envy burning a hole through his shirt. He was hard now and
mindless with desire. He no longer cared who watched them. A slow
song came on and he drew Cherry in closer and whispered in her ears.

“So how much
are you feeling me now?”

“You know I
want you.”

“How badly.”

“Let me show
you.” She led him off the dance floor and into a nearby
restroom. Damn she was serious about him. His ego grew and he was
tickled by the idea of what was to come. The male stall was empty.
They went in and bolted the latch. He leaned over and kissed her long
and hard. His mind had long since left the building and his body was
just following the motions. He didn’t feel any chemistry with
her but he could use a good fuck to release his pent up frustrations.

“You feel
better now.” His deep voiced turned her on.

Her response was a
loud moan. He removed his three fingers from her wide pussy and bent
her over the toilet seat to take her from behind. He quickly put on a
condom and guided himself into her, her pussy was moist and wet. His
nails marked her skin as he held her tight and slowly started
thrusting. Then he gradually increased his pace enjoying the pounding
he was giving her. Her loud cries was drowned out by the music. In no
time, he felt her muscles clench and unclench around him. When it
slowed he pulled out and pushed in again at full speed until he
passed the finish line and nutted all over her. It was a fast fuck,
just what he needed.

Cherry was beautiful
but it wasn’t her that made his dick hard. The whole time he
fucked her he imagined it was that pretty browning that had seemed to
be dancing just for him. He felt guilty for his thoughts, like he
violated Cherry just for thinking them but he couldn’t help
himself. He removed some tissue and wiped her off then helped her get
her clothes righted.

It was a struggle to
come out of the bathroom as the club was now overcrowded. Thank God
it was open air and he didn’t have to choke to death from the
Hookah fumes the crowd had exhaled. He had never gravitated to
smoking he preferred to get his high from alcohol.

Hookah was the latest
fad making its way into events and parties. Crazy T had all the links
where the drugs were concerned but Sizzla was the mastermind, he made
things happen. He recruited his cousin Crazy T and convinced him of a
master plan that he and his best friend Wayne had concocted. Wayne
had suggested that they be the first to keep a series of Hookah
parties in their neighborhood and Sizzla loved the idea. Sizzla was
an opportunist and wasn’t about to allow such a lucrative trade
to slip past his fingers. Under the guise of the hookah party he
would get down to the real business of selling party drugs, nothing
too serious just a little mix of cannabis here, some magic mushrooms
there and some ecstasy, liquid or pill form, your choice.

The Dutty Bloodz were
all bonafide hustlers making money. With the help of a few other
neighborhood boys they had went to high school with, the Dutty Bloodz
was formed. Now that the players were on the chessboard, the business
had finally started to get underway. Wayne was the face of the
organization he heavily promoted “Hookah Daze” which was
held every Saturday night.

The Dutty Bloodz was
a loud and boisterous set. They weren’t welcome in any of the
finer establishments as their reputation preceded them. That’s
where Wayne came in. As the face of the business, people were
generally accustomed to seeing Wayne conducting meetings with the
different managers of spots where they held their parties. They dealt
with him because of his clean cut look, his politeness and how he
carried himself. He wore well-tailored clothes no sagging pants with
the butt crack that showed.

Even though he never
made it past high school due to lack of finances. He loved to read
and in his spare time which was rare. He would read the classics that
he had downloaded onto his kindle. He was intelligent and could hold
his own in a debate so he made sure his crew never got taken
advantage of. Money was a necessity and it felt like he never had
enough. Wayne read through all the contracts before he signed and
crossed the t’s and dotted all the i’s, nothing got pass
him.

It seemed like while
he and Cherry were getting hot and heavy on the inside, things had
gotten heated on the outside.

“Wayne damn it
man, where were you guys? I been looking all over the place for you.”

“Calm down Fat
Boy, what did I miss?”

“It’s
retaliation for the Bainbridge Boys not wanting to pay for the goods
earlier. Sizzla done messed with the leader’s girl from
Bainbridge. He knows that side ain’t friendly but he ain’t
never listen when nobody talks. Now her man is here and they gonna
throw down outside.”

“Shit. Is Crazy
T with him?”

“Yeah man.”

“Cherry go sit
by the bar until we get back.”

“Ok hun. Be
safe guys.”

“Where they at
Fat Boy?”

“Follow me.”

They pushed and
shoved their way through the crowd until they made it out to the back
parking lot. Already a crowd had gathered to watch the fight. Inside
the club was neutral territory, no weapons allowed but outside was
fair game. Sizzla’s loud mouth could be heard above the uproar
of the crowd.

“You think you
can just come into my territory and start shit.”

“That’s
my girl pussy face bwoy, you had your tongue down her fucking throat
when I caught you both red handed, you gonna pay for that asshole.”

“Let me go!”
the young girl screamed. She looked barely eighteen and those grown
ass men were fighting over her like a dog with a bone.

“Shut yo damn
mouth and get in the car.” His homeboys dragged her ass to the
car and tossed her in like a sack of potatoes. Treated her like she
weighed nothing, not caring if she got hurt as a result of their
abuse. Her sobs could be heard as she dreaded whatever fate awaited
her for disrespecting her man in public. Crazy T approached the
Bainbridge Leader wielding a sharp butcher knife. How he got that
into the club was beyond Wayne.

“Nigga cage
that animal.” He indicated to Sizzla, he was getting ready to
fight. “This is between me and you unless you is a real pussy.”